"Now that my classes and demonstrations had finally finished for the day, I was at my free time. Truthfully, I wanted to just go home and lay down before my Uncle came back. However, I couldn't. I had somehow promised an upperclassman that I would have tea with him. Sighing to myself I found my way back to the Music Hall and counted the rooms till I got to Music Room three. The soft sound of laughter erupted as the door swung open to let out a group of girls. My glasses fogged, and I felt myself turn and hide behind a pillar. I was taking a chance in going to this club room. I knew that. But still, my whole being violently shivered with nerves as I tried to gain the courage to enter the club. As the doors swung open again I found myself quickly reaching out and grabbing it before It closed again. As I did, the sound of the other door slamming, brought the gaze of an ocean of girls towards me. I didn't know how I could find my upperclassman through these fearful waters.
"My fear of girls first started in my elementary years when I confessed to this girl who I thought I really liked. I was going to a different school in my junior high years and I didn't want to lose her as a friend. She laughed at me, making me feel weak and awkward for even asking. The fear kind of grew and I was glad, for a while, that I went to an all-boys school for a few years. However, My nervousness now had been extremely noticeable and a tall, blond boy had walked up to me while I spaced out. "And what are you doing here little peeping tom?" He asked me. My face lit up with embarrassment. I looked down and tried to speak. "M-me? A-a P-pp-eeping tom?" I had already wanted to leave. A coward like me had no right to try and talk to people that I barely know. Before the boy asked another question, a sudden tug of my sweater made me look down to see Mitsukuni there smiling. "Dei-kun! You really came!" I looked back up and tried not to let out my voice. His smile was cute. "Y-yes, I-I um... J'étais un peu nerveux. .oh how do you say? I was a little nervous." Mistkuni grabbed my sleave again and dragged me towards his table where his cousin sat. "Takashi look!" He said as I was basically thrown on the table by his unbelievable strength. "Dei-kun actually came to visit us!" As I finally got my sleave back I noticed the many girls sitting at his table. "Isn't that the shy Piano kid?" One whispered, "Yea, who knew he actually had friends?"
"It kind of hurt to hear classmates say that, but I knew they were right. But the fact that I was in the middle of a room filled with girls was finally getting to me and I became dizzy. "Mi-Misk-" as I was about to say my upperclassman's name, the room suddenly began to spin and soon enough I had passed out. I didn't feel myself hit the floor, but I did feel the pain in my head when I finally came too. I groaned as I slowly sat up. I placed my hand on the back of my head when the pounding was coming from. As I opened my eyes, I noticed that I was surrounded by tall and slim figures. "I told you to hold on to him! "Shouted one, "You could have warned us you were going to carry him." Said two in unison. "You're lucky Dei-Kun woke up you guys! You made him hit his head pretty hard!" said the small Mitsukuni. "O-Ow... Où suis-je? Where am I?" I asked. I pushed my fringe out of my face so That I could fix it. However, the voices stopped. I looked at the blurry figures and asked again. Through the silence, a voice spoke out. "His eyes are ... as blue as Sapphires! I haven't seen blue eyes quite like that." My sweat beaten face slowly became red and I looked down, causing my hair to fall back over my eyes. Why do people have to talk about my eyes... I've been told that I share my father's eyes."
"S-Shut...Shut up! D-d." I couldn't speak again, the pain in my head hurt too much to think straight. "Geeze guys, can't you give the guy some breathing space?" Said a soft-spoken voice from behind the crowd. "What are you trying to do? Knock him out again?" As my eyes finally focused through my fogged glasses, I say a boy holding a bottle of headache meds and a bottle of water. His short brown hair and maybe hazel or chocolate brown eyes caught my attention in this sea of fashionable guys. "Merci beaucoup. Je suis très reconnaissant. ah, I am grateful thank you." The pounding of my head made it hard to keep speaking Japanese. It was getting tough translating myself. "Mon nom est D'artagnan, ce qui est le Votre? ah-... I mean..." I took a deep breath trying to explain when the taller blond spoke for me. "Haruhi, He was asking your name. His name is D'artagnan. " I blinked for a moment, I looked up at the blond and tilted my head. "M-merci. Es-tu à moitié français aussi? ah-" I couldn't stop speaking French at this point and It made it really hard to go back. "Yes, I'm half Japanese and Half French." I pointed to myself, "I-I am too." I smiled weakly at him.